But the screw-guns in working round the heights had stumbled upon a wasp's nest of a hill-fort which they incontinently shelled at eight hundred yards to the discomfort of the occupants who were unaccustomed to weapons of devilish precision.
The Fore and Aft continued to go forward but with shortened stride. Where were the other regiments, and why did these niggers use Martinis? They took open order instinctively, lying down and firing at random, rushing paces forward and lying down again, according to the regulations. Once in this formation. each man felt himself desperately alone and edged in towards his fellow for comfort's sake.
Then the crack of his neighbour's rifle at his ear led him to fire as rapidly as he could—again for the sake of the comfort of the noise. The reward was not long delayed. Five volleys plunged the files in banked smoke impenetrable to the eye, and the bullets began to take ground twenty or thirty yards in front of the firers, as the weight of the bayonet dragged down and to the right arms wearied with holding the kick of the leaping Martini. The Company Commanders peered helplessly through the smoke, the more nervous mechanically trying to fan it away with their helmets.
"High and to the left!" bawled a Captain till he was hoarse. "No good: Cease firing, and let it drift away a bit."
Three and four times the bugles shrieked the order, and when it was obeyed the Fore and Aft looked that their foe should be lying before them in mown swathes of men. A light wind drove the smoke to leeward, and showed the enemy still in position and apparently unaffected. A quarter of a ton of lead had been buried a furlong in front of them, as the ragged earth attested.
That was not demoralising. The Afghans were waiting for the mad riot to die down, and were firing quietly into the heart of the smoke. A private of the Fore and Aft spun up his company shrieking with agony, another was kicking and gasping, and a third, ripped through the lower intestines by a jagged bullet, was calling aloud on his com-
